Bleak Poems

Bleak Conclusion

Bleak Conclusion 
(Soul Travel)  
Cultivating escape 
Travel on a smoky train 
Destination approaching 
Window searching 
Are you with me? 
Abundant open scenery 
Emotions empty 
Travel collective with embraced memories 
Snap shot photography 
Vacation long over due 
Dancing flowers animation view 
Arms wrapped around freedom 
Embarked poetry sink therapeutic 
Wings fly upon azure air 
Rhymes

In The End

While the universe is ever-expanding
life on earth becomes even more demanding
despite a few one or two
world-shattering improvements
man is still wallowing
in the proverbial primordial
and if this road he insists on following
our future looks severely bleak
as where once we were happy winning
we're now all on a losing streak
yet history has taught him nothing
that and his memory is

Bleak, Not Bright Is My Night

The small, round clock over my king-sized, walnut bed ticks
striking a gloomy midnight as the red-headed cuckoo pops out  
I sleep soundly, that silly sound scares the drowsy night gales :
look at them trembling as they ask themselves, " Who's that? "  
Bleak, not bright is my night: I must stay awake until

Under the bleak sky of a hopeless night, where stars hide their brilliance

Under the bleak sky of a hopeless night, where stars hide their brilliance,
two lost souls wander unknown paths, seeking their light in the abyss of silence,
each unbearable day unfolds like a canvas of shadow and silence,
time rolls on and the wheels of destiny crush dreams under their silent weight.
Bones break under the burden of merciless

The Ides of March

This week is bleak, the birds don’t sing
No sun, no rains, but greyness
Even the churchbells didn’t ring
Have they become atheists
The bellman and the bearded dean
And all the congregation?
In times like this to breathe is sin
No promise of salvation 
Can take away the truth it fakes
And like a stubborn stem
Grows through the slab, the truth condemns

Bleak

come
back heart
into arms 
that are nonsense
since your departure-
where will I lodge revenge
should I punch the ether out
victimize the ozone layer
what world will be mine in your passing~
as grey as the grave that robbed me reckless

bleak winter

Yay! Some cold at last, and even a dusting of snow.
We moved back into the dorm—braving knife-like breezes—yesterday.
It was bracing and heroic - do I want it to warm up?
That’s a hard no.

let’s wax poetic..

Think not of winter as bleak
wrap your steely bones warmly, wear a cap
—for gelid wintertide can bind us together.

Midwinter is the

In the Bleak Midwinter

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.

- Excerpt from A Christmas Carol by Christina Rossetti

***

My mirror-face is pinched pallid as, colourlessly, I go over and over his last journey, and shudder like a

Dark Side

The dark side’s very nature is self-destruction,
Bringing pain to all, a dangerous seduction.
It spreads its madness, twisting mind and soul,
Yet it’s addictive, taking its toll.

The longer one lingers in its dark embrace,
The harder it is to leave that place.
Though they know it brings them pain,
They too must share in some of the blame.

But why do

Hollow

A soul in constant war,  
Ever pondering, ever sore.  
Fighting battles it cannot flee,  
A being trapped in purgatory.  
What it longs for, just out of reach,  
Peace forever beyond its speech.  
Why must the raven find no rest,  
Why brief calm, never blessed?  
Only to be

The Bleak Gray Mist

A bleak gray mist slowly descends
slays all the color in the land.
Of melancholy it portends.
The slow trickle of hourglass sand
shows seconds turn to endless days
each one a moment of self-doubt
and ever-deepening malaise;
as loathing builds its own redoubt.
The bleak gray mist will darker grow
each time it creeps up to attack;
it was, and will be always so
until

Once upon a day

Once upon a day
my skies grew threatening, grey.
My life began to crash in a
fractured dismay..
Once upon a night,
another's mind took plight,
so filled with delusion and paranoia's flight..
Once upon weeks after professional help
I'd seek, only to witness the situation grow more bleak.
Once following  years after living days in fear,
I took my broken heart,  left

Bleak Street

getting into a taxi
I asked the driver
to take me to Bleak Street

not heard of Bleak Street, 
he said, but it sounds depressing
run down, uninspiring
desperate
bleak

I got out of the taxi
thanks, I said
how much do I owe you

In the Bleak Midwinter

after Christina Rosetti


Pour leaves into a gossamer bag, the kettle boils
in the bleak midwinter

the  orange-brown water  steams your mug and glasses
watching snow fall in the bleak midwinter

the cinnamon scent of your mothers touch
fills  your nose in the bleak midwinter

the teardrop shed at her absence joins your mug—
your mother passed this bleak midwinter

one

February

Bleak February,
masquerading as the month of love,
though no redeeming qualities are born in you.

No purple berry
nor fuchsia flower blooming brightly,
just sighing earth between pale moons of snow.

The garden fairy
sleeps undisturbed in frozen blankets,
waiting for sweet robins to awaken her.

Heavy to carry,
this dreary pause in changing seasons,
colorless like a vintage family photo.

March, please be wary -
you

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